109.) Where He Set Pauses . . .

Where he set pauses, I waited

Where he put periods, I stopped

Without him there was nothing

Nothing there.

I loved, as I could, with all of me

Because he had given it to be so,

Before any dawning of time.

Twin roses he had grown,

They alone upon the single bush

Told the untellable tale:

He loved me and he made me

To know it.

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